Counting up, Shen Yu has lived for a long time, and he has lived for a long time three thousand years ago.

If it comes to Taoism and swordsmanship, Shen Yu is confident that he will not lose to anyone in the world.

If it was a fight, Shen Yu didn't have the slightest fear because he had never lost.

It's just that Shen Yu suddenly found out at this time that he really still has a lot of things that he is not good at.

At the beginning, he laughed at Yu Wenwen for being a sword idiot, but his former self was not.

Yang Pan'er didn't understand this, or didn't expect this, she just stared at Shen Yu silently.

In her eyes, Shen Yu is omnipotent, so this kind of ignorant and innocent eyes are very lethal.

Just when Shen Yu didn't know how to answer, suddenly, there was an exclamation from the round platform in the distance.

A huge picture scroll exuding the brilliance of glass slowly unfolds, like a dream.

There are vendors bargaining, pedestrians looking hurried, children crying after getting lost, and aristocrats swaggering through the market, during which the noise in the market can be faintly heard.

The picture scroll on the high platform seems to come to life in an instant, and the figures come one after another, lifelike.

In the distance, there are occasional flocks of birds flying over the rivers and mountains, and then floating down on the surface of the lake to perch.

The crowd of onlookers widened their eyes and looked at the man on the high platform and the magical brush in his hand with a look of intoxication.

"Dongfang Duan, the son of the Oriental family, one of the four major families in the city, is the best at calligraphy and painting, and he enters the Tao with calligraphy and painting."

Zhao Ji explained.

Yang Paner also unconsciously stood on tiptoe and looked at the lifelike picture.

This kind of painting technique, even a cultivator who has achieved the Tao, will subconsciously appreciate the artistic conception in it.

It's just that there seems to be another person who is an accident.

Yang Pan'er saw Shen Yu's expression, his expression was not slightly wrinkled, as if he was thinking about something.

Yang Paner was puzzled: "Isn't this painting good?" ”

Shen Yu was thoughtful, and replied after half a sound: "Reluctantly." ”

Yang Paner was curious: "Is your painting better than this?" ”

Shen Yu shook his head and explained: "I don't know how to draw, but I've seen it before, and I've seen it a lot, so I know a little better." ”

"Do you know how to draw, then?"

"No, it won't."

Yang Pan'er pursed her small mouth, looked preachy, shook her head and sighed: "You are a master with low eyes, Shen Yu, this is not good." ”

Shen Yu smiled, and then walked over there.

Yang Pan'er blinked, chased after him and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Shen Yu said: "Just choose this." ”

"Didn't you just say you couldn't draw?"

"You can learn."

"Just like the other day when I learned the formation plate?"

"Yes."

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The eastern end of the Oriental family in Qianliucheng is a personable young man, with red lips and white teeth, starry eyebrows and sword eyes, which makes people feel good at first sight, but the arrogance that can't be concealed between the eyebrows still makes many people look away.

Many of the participants in the contest sat quietly, most of them with no frustrated expressions on their faces.

It is natural that the eastern end can seize the first place, which is naturally expected.

Their goal is to be able to get the top three, because the top three will have the rare magic weapons and pills provided by the four major families for this spring test, which are far more useful than some false names for casual cultivation without background support.

Before Dongfang's brushwork was put away on the scroll, there was a round of applause around him.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful poem was also engraved on the scroll.

The competition of calligraphy and painting has always been a contest of a hundred schools, who has the ability to overwhelm the crowd, and there will naturally be a special calligraphy and painting everyone as a judge.

When Dongfang Duan painted, everyone waited quietly, in addition to appreciation, it also represented a kind of respect, but later, it was obvious that everyone would not be like this.

For a while, every stroke falls, it is like a fresh life, a smile, and everyone's expression is delicate.

In less than a while, there was only the sound of the pen on the entire round platform, and during this period, there were also two casual cultivators who were proficient in painting skills.

One is a ragged scholar with a good appearance and a righteous expression.

One is a deep boudoir, with a red veil on his face, and his slender hands have also made a stunning work.

And these two are also famous calligraphy and painting masters in Qianliu City and even the entire Linshan Kingdom.

The three men in charge of commenting on the painting skills in front talked slightly, with satisfied expressions on their faces, and the man who had passed the destiny of heaven even nodded his head.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt that the victory and defeat had been divided.

It is already a great thing to make everyone think that the oldest calligraphy and painting among the three is good.

Because this unremarkable man is called Dongfang Daozi, he is the master of Dongfangduan, and he is a proud disciple of the Chinese Painting Institute of Zhongzhou Academy in the past.

"As I expected, the big picture is decided."

"Although I knew that the result would be like this, I was still a little unwilling."

"Let's go and see the demeanor of the other three disciples."

There was a lot of talking.

In the midst of these gossips, Shen Yu came step by step to the round platform of this painting skill competition, swept around, and laid a clear paper on the remote stone table on the left.

He sat cross-legged on the yellow futon in front of the stone table, and then a curling cup of tea smoke rose beside him.

The smoke is as hazy as fog and seems illusory, but in fact it is a special prohibition that keeps the space in an independent place and does not disturb the competition of other categories on the sky platform.

It seems that because the painting skills competition has come to an end, many people have noticed this man of unknown origin.

Then everyone saw him lifting the pen, which was completely a layman's posture, without the slightest aesthetic skill to speak of.

The others shook their heads slightly, it was normal and natural, and they didn't pay any attention to him anymore.

Shen Yu ignored these gazes, holding a pen in his right hand and closing his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something.

He told Yang Paner that he had seen many people paint, but he had only seen it once, but that time was already the strongest painting skill in the world.

Yes, not the most beautiful, not the truest, but the strongest.

Shen Yu's pen moved, and then he swiped in the air.

The jade-white paper floated out of thin air.

Immediately afterward, the roar of a true dragon sounded from the heavens and the earth, like thunder on the ground.

"Roar!"

Then a golden yellow dragon poked out a huge dragon head from the black clouds in the sky, hideous and terrifying, the dragon's groan resounded through the heavens and the earth, and even brought a wave of sound to disperse in all directions.

Countless people on the round platform subconsciously trembled, and they all raised their heads in shock, looking at the golden dragon.

The dragon circled and danced, and after the first dragon groan, the sky began to rain, accompanied by the second dragon groan, and the wind and rain were fierce.

Countless people didn't care about using the art of avoiding the rain, and looked at the real dragon in the sky with pale faces, frightened.

Entering the Tao with painting, there is no such vivid appearance as the eastern end, nor the gentleness of the deep boudoir, nor the determination of the scholar.

There was only unequaled domineering, and everyone in the audience almost couldn't help but want to kneel and worship the true dragon in the sky.

The ragged scholar's hands trembled, and his face was bloodless in the face of the golden dragon.

Dongfang Duan bit his lip tightly, sweating like rain, pressing his legs tightly to prevent himself from kneeling softly.

As for the rest, they had already collapsed to their knees.

Sitting in the center of the round platform, Dongfang Daozi, who has the highest painting skills, was shocked and incomprehensible.

For him, this person's painting skills are very rough, without any skills and connotations, but there is a kind of meaning that is difficult for ordinary people to fathom.

But this kind of meaning, he had seen it once by luck on the third floor of the academy.

The ninefold true dragon of Sixu appeared, washing the eternal world.

The real dragon is now, and the horse is empty.

This is the meaning of this person, and it has nothing to do with the painting technique, nothing to do with the object being painted.

It's already close.